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Being  a  Souvenir  of 
the  Eleventh  Annual 
Convention  of  the 
National  Associa- 
tion of  Stationers  5? 
Manufacturers  held 
at  the  Fairmont  Hotel 
San  Francisco^  Cali- 
fornia ^  September 
27-30  '  1915 

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BY  WAY  0/ WELCOME 

JLn  ever  has  paper  borne  a  more  sin' 
cere  message  than  that  on  which  this 
foreword  is  printed  in  welcome  to  the 
delegates  to  the  Eleventh  Annual  Con' 
vention  of  Stationers  and  Manufac 
turers  in  this  month  of  September  of 
the  year  nineteen  hundred  and  fifteen. 
You  are  welcome  as  delegates;  you  are 
doubly  welcome  as  friends.  California, 
San  Francisco,  and  the  "Jewel  City"  of 
the  Exposition  are  yours  during  your 
visit,  which,  could  the  subscribers  have 
their  way,  would  be  no  visit,  but  rather 
the  establishment  of  a  permanent  home. 
For  this  week,  at  least,  let  us  beKeve 
that  you  are  at  home  here,  and  as  mem' 
bers  of  one  big,  harmonious  family,  let 
us  enjoy  ourselves  without  constraint 
and  without  one  thought  of  parting. 


MENU /FAIRMONT  HOTEL 

September  the  Twenty-ninth,  Ninetcen-Fifteen 


CaKfornia  Oyster  Cocktail 
Olives       Almonds 

Consomme  Imperial 

California 

"Fjesling      Santa  Cruz  Salmon,  American  Sauce 

Napa  Potatoes 

Larded  Filet  of  Beef,  Sacramento  Valley 
Stuffed  California  Tomatoes 

California 

Zinfandel  Punch  Far  West 

Los  Angeles  Squab  Chicken,  Canape 
San  Diego  Lettuce,  Fines  Herbes 

Bomb  Eureka 
Gourmandises  Nob  Hill 

Demi  Tasse 


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_'  PON  the  banks  of  this  lagoon  we  knew 
In  days  of  old  that  oft  we  wovild  renew, 
A  wondrous  Palace  has  been  reared  where  Art 
In  all  the  glory  of  its  soul  and  heart 
Reigns  in  a  dazzling  splendor  such  as  we 
But  Httle  hoped  upon  this  earth  to  see. 
And  as  we  wonder,  what  reflections  rise 
From  out  the  bosom  of  the  lakelet's  skies, 
To  double  this  great  miracle  of  Art 
And  of  the  dreams  of  beauty  make  a  part. 

EJwarJ  R.  Taylor 


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T  cannot  be  that  we  deserve  to  look 
Upon  the  pages  of  such  marvelous  book, 
But  here  we  are  and  here  we'll  dare  to  sate 
Our  senses  on  this  day  of  prosperous  fate; 
And  so  this  Palace  radiant  to  the  core 
Like  some  earthly  thing  we  ponder  o'er. 
It  breathes  of  beauty  in  its  every  Hne, 
In  form  incomparable  and  divine, 
And  to  this  lakelet  wedded  it  assumes 
An  architecture  of  unnumbered  blooms. 

Edward  R.  Taylor 


The  Fine  Arts 
Palace  and 
Lagoon  at 
Night 


The  Half  Dome 

and  Court  of 

the  Four 

Seasons 


JLhe  noisy  Day  is  folded  on  the  breast 
Of  staT'bespangled  Night,  and  brooding  rest 
Fills  all  our  being  with  its  gentle  power 
That  bids  us  consecrate  this  golden  hour. 
Here  in  the  Court  of  Ages  let  us  sit. 
And  taste  once  more  the  wonderment  of  it, 
Till  sense  is  sated  and  the  eyes  grow  dim 
With  all  the  beauties  that  around  us  swim. 
This  is  the  Expositions  very  soul, 
Not  made  so  consciously,  but  by  control- 
Beyond  the  Cunning  and  the  wit  of  man 
A  providential,  heaven'bestowing  plan. 

Edward  R.  Taylor 


JDehold  this  most  amasiing  city,  where 
But  yesterday  the  swamp  for  ages  reigned: 
Today,  as  in  a  dream  of  loveliest  thiags. 
We  see  this  monumental  mass  so  great 
In  all  its  templed  beauty,  we  despair 
That  architecture  could  the  farther  go. 

Edwud  R.  Taylor 


Danish  Building 
and  Corner  of 
Fine  Arts 
Palace 


A 


sea  of  domes  rolls  through  the  air, 

While  towers  begemmed  rise  to  the  very  sky 

As  though  to  bear  some  message  to  the 

heavens; 
One  with  such  jewels  on  its  towering  crest, 
It  fronts  the  astonished  earth  with  living  light; 

Edward  R.  Taylor 


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Ihe  graceful  tower  lies  close  in  beauty  s 

arms. 

Encrusted  deeply  with  a  thousand  charms 

In  monumental  traceries  of  form 

That  everywhere  by  Art  s  creation  swarm. 

EJwarJ  R.  Taylor 

The  Marina  and 

the  Column  of 

Progress 


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.E  Stands  erect  upon  a  columned  stone 
That  proudly  rears  its  head  against  the  skies, 
And  in  his  deep,  aspiring  heart  defies 
All  obstacles  against  his  pathway  blown. 

His  arrow  from  the  bow  has  whi2i2;ing  flown 
That  fast  he  follows  with  consuming  eyes. 
In  hope  to  see  some  gloryhaunted  prize 
Struct  by  his  shaft  and  made  his  very  own. 

Companioned  by  his  brother  on  the  quest. 
He'll  find  some  solace  in  that  quiet  breast 
In  words  that  soothe  the  surging  of  his  blood; 

While  from  the  woman  crouching  at  his  knee 

Will  come  the  faith  that  with  its  precious  flood 
Shall  nobly  bear  him  on  to  vidtory. 

EJtvard  R.  Taylor 


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o,  Palaces,  and  Domes,  and  Towers  uprear 
Their  coiontless  beauties  to  the  wondering  sky. 
Until  amazement  holds  us  and  we  cry 
The  Architect  has  soared  his  highest  here. 

All  Past  and  Present  that  we  hold  most  dear 
Art  has  arisen  anew  to  glorify. 
While  deep  Imaginings  with  soul'lit  eye 
Have  walked  the  dizziest  heights  without  a  fear. 

And  Natxire  here  assumes  her  floral  sway. 

While  sparkling  fountains  leap  in  giant  play. 
And  trees  and  grasses  flaunt  their  verdurous  shows. 

O  Wondrous  spot  recovered  from  the  Bay, 
Of  all  thy  kind  the  one  completest  Rose- 
Ah,  pitying  thought  thou  canst  not  last  alway. 

EJward  R.  Taylor 


The  Court  of 
the  Universe 


Fountain  of 

Energy  and 
Festival  Hall 


VJreat  statues  breathing  meanings  for  mankind; 
With  Carven  women  whose  deep  beauty  might 
Rouse  frozen  veins  to  sudden  ecstasy; 
Broad  walls  that  throb  with  paintings  which  depict. 
While  sparkling  fountains  leaping  in  the  light 
Make  music  gently  falling  on  the  ear. 


Edwal  J  R.  Taylor 


T„ 


.  HE  time  will  come  when  Ruin's  rage  will  lay 
Its  heartless  hand  upon  these  piles  that  soar, 
And  they  in  all  their  rich'abounding  lore 
Will,  like  the  dream  they  are,  then  pass  away. 

These  avenues  that  swarm  with  life  so  gay 

Will  swell  with  rapture's  paeans  never  more; 
And  all  these  palaces'  eye'rapturing  store 
Will  move  along  Oblivion's  cypress  way. 

But  Memory's  bounteous  wealth  will  then  remain 
And  here  the  far'reverberative  strain 
Of  happy  life  will  bless  the  willing  ear; 

Again  these  palaces  will  woo  the  air, 

These  breathing  statues  all  our  praises  hear. 
These  blooms  and  fountains  never  know  despair. 


EJward  R.  Taylor 


The 

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Palace 


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